So this weekend was the apparent resurrection of Cold Wars, down at the Eisenhower in Gettysburg. From the initial announcement I had no intention of going. Too many inadequate memories from many decades past, and nostalgic PTSD from a recent swing by, and even when I talked to folks who had been there recently for other types of shows, the best response was "It wasn't that bad," and that opinion changed once I explained to dual-site set-up.
Regardless, the con occurred, early reports had a mixture of fun, and a lament that the Ike doesn't run a shuttle between the hotel and the All-Star Complex, where the vendors, flea markets, and tournaments were taking place. Pictures are sparse, showed ballrooms with Friday morning Distelfink attendance, and the games showcased were moderately attended. The pictures haven't been great compared to my guerrilla-style iPhone shoots with a streaky lens, so I hope there's some great stuff and greater attendance show in.
Knowing this was a free weekend, I tried to cobble together a "Cold Wars at Home" with the girls: knock out some fun games on my list, a board game or two, some group painting, and maybe break out their own Gamma World characters for a quick session.
It took two weeks trying to get confirmation from either of them, or their mother, only to get a late Thursday night "We're going to New York to see Heathers the musical. We'll be back Sunday afternoon for Millie's tryouts."
I had hope for maybe some Sunday afternoon time, but then (a) tryouts were pushed back later in the week and (b) Heathers the Musical was playing in New York.... Upstate New York, in Albany, which meant they wouldn't be home till late (they're still 3 hours away from home at this writing).
I thought about doing some solo stuff, some painting, but beyond washing and vacuuming the car, it's been a grumpy weekend.
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